Ollivander was startled and quickly cautioned, "Mr. Potter, in the wizarding world, we usually refer to him as You-Know-Who. You—"
"No need to explain. I don't want this wand. Please find me another one!" Harry set the wand down firmly. Unlike the naive, overly forgiving Harry from the original story, this Harry, influenced by Dudley, had a clear and straightforward sense of morality and justice.
He was deeply opposed to anything related to Voldemort.
"Don't be hasty, Harry," Dudley interjected as Ollivander looked flustered.
"But, cousin, this wand..." Harry pouted, his face filled with confusion.
Dudley patted Harry's messy hair reassuringly. "We should first ask Mr. Ollivander about the significance of twin wands before making a decision."
"And you are...?" Ollivander asked, his tone curious.
"Dudley Dursley," Dudley introduced himself.
Earlier at the Leaky Cauldron, everyone had been focused on Harry, so Ollivander hadn't caught Dudley's full name.
Exchanging names was a tradition in Ollivander's shop. Every wizard who purchased a wand here had their name and wand details meticulously recorded in Ollivander's memory, as precise as a computer database.
"Mr. Dursley raises an excellent point!" Ollivander said, pleased to encounter a wizard interested in wand lore—as long as it didn't touch on his core wandmaking secrets.
He explained, "Twin wands are incredibly unique. If the holders of twin wands are friends and cast spells together, the power of their magic will increase tenfold.
However, if the holders are enemies, their spells will cancel each other out because the wands refuse to harm their twin. Wands have their own preferences, you see."
"Understood," Dudley nodded, then glanced at Harry.
Harry immediately grasped his cousin's meaning. "I see, cousin! I'll take this wand!"
"Now, Mr. Ollivander, we've both chosen our wands. But I have another request..." Dudley said briskly.
"Wait a moment, Mr. Dursley! Just a moment!" Ollivander finally noticed the wand box in Dudley's hand. This customer had chosen his own wand without any guidance!
This wouldn't do! The Ollivander family never sold wands to wizards who weren't a perfect match!
"Mr. Dursley, the wand chooses the wizard! Do you understand? Selecting a wand is a serious matter—" Ollivander began sternly, but his words trailed off.
Dudley opened the slender box and took out the poplar wand.
With a gentle wave, silver sparks erupted from the tip—soft, dazzling, and obedient.
"How is this possible?" Ollivander was stunned.
Dudley, without using any of the Ollivander family's techniques, had somehow picked the most compatible wand from thousands, and he'd done it through the box!
"Please, you must tell me your secret!" Ollivander was practically vibrating with excitement, grabbing Dudley's hand, his silvery eyes filled with an intense thirst for knowledge.
"It's not difficult if you pay attention, Mr. Ollivander," Dudley said with a straight face, spinning a convincing tale. "As you said, the wand chooses the wizard. So, if we listen to their hearts, we can accurately find the wand that resonates with us.
You and your ancestors gave them life. Surely, you can connect with their hearts more easily, can't you?
If you could communicate with the wands' desires, you wouldn't need to measure every customer. Just ask which wand favors them the most! Your workload would decrease significantly!"
"Is that really how it's done?" Ollivander was lost in thought, turning Dudley's fabricated theory over in his mind. The more he considered it, the more it made sense.
It made perfect sense!
Ollivander was overjoyed, an old man dancing awkwardly in place, clearly thrilled.
"Don't start dancing just yet! I still have something to discuss with you," Dudley said, placing a firm hand on Ollivander's shoulder, stopping his jubilant movements.
"Say no more! Thank you, Mr. Dursley, for sharing such an important secret! The wands are yours—free of charge!" Ollivander was still ecstatic, his generosity overflowing.
"That's great! How about throwing in a few more wands?" Dudley said with a cheeky grin, pushing his luck.
"What?" Ollivander was taken aback. "A wizard can only wield one wand at a time. The Ministry's rules are clear: no replacing wands unless they're damaged.
Our family also upholds this principle. We can't just sell wands in bulk like common goods!"
"We're not being casual about it. Look out the window!" Dudley whispered, as if sharing a secret.
Ollivander, intrigued, glanced out the window.
He saw Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the century, and Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, walking away.
"Could it be...?" Ollivander began to speculate.
"Shh! Don't say it out loud!" Dudley said mysteriously.
"Very well. What other wands do you need? Who are they for?" Ollivander relented, convinced he was part of a major event that could reshape the British wizarding world.
"That one! And that one!" Dudley waved his newly acquired poplar wand, effortlessly casting two Accio spells to retrieve two more wand boxes from the shelves.
One wand was highly compatible with the [Weak Wizard Bloodline] Dudley had fused from Harry's blood. Its wood and core materials matched Harry's wand, though they weren't from the same tree or phoenix—not a twin.
The other was made of oak with a unicorn hair core, matching Hagrid's umbrella wand. This one was for Dudley's father, Vernon.
Dudley hadn't collected Hagrid's blood in the vault for no reason.
"I'll take these two wands. As for who they're for, that's classified. For your safety, Mr. Ollivander, it's best you don't know," Dudley said gravely, playing the concerned ally.
Ollivander, thoroughly convinced, nodded nervously. "Take them!"
"One more thing," Dudley said, tucking the new wands into specially sewn inner pockets of his coat. He then pulled out Quirrell's cracked wand and placed it in front of Ollivander.
"I need you to identify who this wand belonged to and provide me with a certificate of authenticity."